Dmitri Merezhkovsky, Akhnaton, King of Egypt (1927)
“ Lord and giver of life, Aton! Thou sendest Thy rays and darkness flees, All the earth is filled with joy. "There goes the royal procession! Let us run downstairs, girls, we can see better from there!" cried one of those who were looking from the roof of Aton's temple, and they all flew downstairs like a flock of turtle-doves, on to the flat top of the gates nearest the street where the procession was passing. "The king! The king! Down! Down! Down!" cried the runners, scattering the crowd with their staves as they marched along in step, their bare backs bent double. ”
